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He's an old grey horse with his head bowed sadly	A
And with dim old eyes and a queer roll aft	B
With the off fore sprung and the hind screwed badly	A
And he bears all over the brands of graft	B
And he lifts his head from the grass to wonder	C
Why by night and day now the whim is still	D
Why the silence is and the stampers' thunder	C
Sounds forth no more from the shattered mill	D
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In that whim he worked when the night winds bellowed	E
On the riven summit of Giant's Hand	F
And by day when prodigal Spring had yellowed	F
All the wide long sweep of enchanted land	F
And he knew his shift and the whistle's warning	G
And he knew the calls of the boys below	H
Through the years unbidden at night or morning	G
He had taken his stand by the old whim bow	I
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But the whim stands still and the wheeling swallow	H
In the silent shaft hangs her home of clay	J
And the lizards flirt and the swift snakes follow	H
O'er the grass grown brace in the summer day	J
And the corn springs high in the cracks and corners	K
Of the forge and down where the timber lies	L
And the crows are perched like a band of mourners	K
On the broken hut on the Hermit's Rise	L
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All the hands have gone for the rich reef paid out	F
And the company waits till the calls come in	M
But the old grey horse like the claim is played out	F
And no market's near for his bones and skin	M
So they let him live and they left him grazing	G
By the creek and oft in the evening dim	N
I have seen him stand on the rises gazing	G
At the ruined brace and the rotting whim	N
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The floods rush high in the gully under	C
And the lightnings lash at the shrinking trees	O
Or the cattle down from the ranges blunder	C
As the fires drive by on the summer breeze	O
Still the feeble horse at the right hour wanders	K
To the lonely ring though the whistle's dumb	P
And with hanging head by the bow he ponders	K
Where the whim boy's gone why the shifts don't come	P
But there comes a night when he sees lights glowing	G
In the roofless huts and the ravaged mill	D
When he hears again all the stampers going	G
Though the huts are dark and the stampers still	D
When he sees the steam to the black roof clinging	G
As its shadows roll on the silver sands	Q
And he knows the voice of his driver singing	G
And the knocker's clang where the braceman stands	Q
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See the old horse take like a creature dreaming	G
On the ring once more his accustomed place	R
But the moonbeams full on the ruins streaming	G
Show the scattered timbers and grass grown brace	R
Yet he hears the sled in the smithy falling	G
And the empty truck as it rattles back	S
And the boy who stands by the anvil calling	G
And he turns and backs and he 'takes up slack '	-
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While the old drum creaks and the shadows shiver	C
As the wind sweeps by and the hut doors close	T
And the bats dip down in the shaft or quiver	C
In the ghostly light round the grey horse goes	U
And he feels the strain on his untouched shoulder	C
Hears again the voice that was dear to him	N
Sees the form he knew and his heart grows bolder	C
As he works his shift by the broken whim	N
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He hears in the sluices the water rushing	G
As the buckets drain and the doors fall back	S
When the early dawn in the east is blushing	G
He is limping still round the old old track	S
Now he pricks his ears with a neigh replying	G
To a call unspoken with eyes aglow	H
And he sways and sinks in the circle dying	G
From the ring no more will the grey horse go	H
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In a gully green where a dam lies gleaming	G
And the bush creeps back on a worked out claim	V
And the sleepy crows in the sun sit dreaming	G
On the timbers grey and a charred hut frame	V
Where the legs slant down and the hare is squatting	G
In the high rank grass by the dried up course	W
Nigh a shattered drum and a king post rotting	G
Are the bleaching bones of the old grey horse	W

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